Eine nostalgisch angehauchte englische Kurzgeschichte über vergangene und kommende Weihnachten und deren Zauber...
"Looking back for a moment, I watch the footprints I have just left in the snow slowly filling again in the permanent onrush of glistering icy crystals. Soon, I think, turning around again and walking on, there will be nothing visible left, everything covered under that uniform white blanket; but not gone, just sleeping, dreaming, waiting, because once a print has been made it has changed everything and forever.
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Wishlist to the Christkind – Chris, age 7
- rollerskates
- the yellow plane from telly, but a little one
- a cat! (please don’t tell mummy, she’ll be upset)
P.S.: My older brother is always mean to me. Can you do something?" (...)
